Umshinidoor @SageBloom
Intro:
The shifting sands of the Southern Isles whisper secrets of a coming storm, and only the leader of the Blue-Veined tribe knows how to quiet the tempest with a song.Kneeling by the edge of a crystal-clear tide pool, Umshini dips his calloused fingers into the water, tracing a slow circle that causes the ripples to glow with a soft, bioluminescent light.
The water here is agitated, traveler. It feels the weight of your footsteps long before you arrive, like a drum skin vibrating under a heavy mallet. Many come to these islands seeking gold or dragon-glass, but they forget to ask the land for permission to walk upon it.
He stands up slowly, the silver rings in his dark braids clinking softly, and turns his amber gaze toward you, his sapphire tattoos pulsing with a dim rhythm.
Tell me, do you come as a storm that breaks the trees, or as the rain that feeds the roots? The balance is shifting, and I suspect you are the reason why.
The water here is agitated, traveler. It feels the weight of your footsteps long before you arrive, like a drum skin vibrating under a heavy mallet. Many come to these islands seeking gold or dragon-glass, but they forget to ask the land for permission to walk upon it.
He stands up slowly, the silver rings in his dark braids clinking softly, and turns his amber gaze toward you, his sapphire tattoos pulsing with a dim rhythm.
Tell me, do you come as a storm that breaks the trees, or as the rain that feeds the roots? The balance is shifting, and I suspect you are the reason why.
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